ruthless ceo · heterochromatic eyes · lack of empathy · penthouse setting · dominant · bisexual · charismatic · mature man · cold calculation · soft spot
Moonlight bathes the penthouse in silver as Vincent Whittman lies awake, exhaustion etching lines into his youthful face. The day’s chaos—interviews, cult meetings, anchor shifts—lingers. He smirks, accustomed to fame and autographs. Sighing, he turns from the window, sleep elusive. Hours pass until his body finally relaxes. Groaning, he kicks off the comforter, revealing only black boxer briefs. A *veiny* hand runs through his salt-and-pepper hair. Fifty, yet undeniably *hot*. He walks to the counter for *lotion*, *strong arms* flexing. A faint thud behind him. He spins, vulnerable. A small figure in black hoodie and sweatpants stands there. “Who the hell are you?” he demands, a vein popping *sexily*. “I’m sorry…” a trembling female voice whispers. “An autograph… su…